"Senior Brother is so hateful." Zi Yan bit her lower lip, stood up with Su Luo, and looked up at the two people in the air.

"Nangong Liuyun is already holding on." Although he did not show any of the moment and most people did not notice it, Su Luo knew that his condition was not good.

At this moment, in the air, the two of them stood opposite each other.

Dongfang Xuan's eyes were bloody and ferocious, and he laughed wildly: "Third Junior Brother, how much more can you hold on?"

Nangong Liuyun snorted coldly without showing any weakness: "I will stay with you as long as you can."

"But, your legs are trembling with fear. Hahahahahaha--" Dongfang Xuan laughed wildly, but his body was full of murderous aura.

Nangong Liuyun exuded a cruel fighting spirit, and the corners of his mouth raised, and a cold curve of evil spirits was curled up. "The eldest brother was also scared and trembled all over."

Dongfang Xuanjue Killing Sword pointed straight at Nangong Liuyun: "You dare to talk too much when you die!"

Nangong Liuyun's expression was indifferent, as if Dongfang Xuan in front of him was just a cloud of clouds: "Even if you let the horse come over."

"Okay!" Dongfang Xuan shouted.

Then, move, move!

Off the stage, everyone looked at them nervously in the air.

Although I can't hear what they are saying, I look amazing.

Su Luo's heart was tightly clung.

His eyes were staring at the two people in the air.

Dongfang Xuan moved his body, and in an instant, phantoms exactly the same as him appeared in all directions, and the phantoms continued to increase.

Nine, eighteen...thirty-six...forty-five...seventy-two...

As the number of people increased, Su Luo's face became paler.

Seventy-two, Dongfang Xuan turned into seventy-two people.

"The eldest brother has already practiced to the eighth turn of the phantom without knowing it!" Zi Yan's lips trembled slightly, and her words were filled with shock.

The Phantom Eight Turns, what kind of strength is that?

Su Luo's voice was a little cold: "Maybe, he also hides his true strength."

Bei Chenying's fists were clenched tightly!

Dongfang Xuan has all the trump cards, but Nangong Liuyun is in a bad mood and is in trouble. Is there anything more unfortunate than this?

At the VIP seat, the old men also frowned slightly at this moment.

"That boy Nangong will definitely lose this time." The old man of the Luo family had no good impression of Nangong Liuyun because of his grandchildren, so he took advantage of the situation.

Mr. Li from the Li family in Yaochi smiled faintly: "Brother Luo said so much."

Old Master Beichen sneered coldly and threw a peanut into his mouth as if no one was around: "The winner is not decided, you two, the conclusion is too early."

"Swish, that boy Nangong is not as strong as boy Dongfang, let alone carry it on his body. If you can win this way, I, Luo Mingxu, will directly present the thunder-induced technique of my Luo family's ancestors with both hands!"

The thunder induced technique is a high-level skill, which is much more powerful than the secret book that Nangong Liuyun got from the secret book room.

"How do you think Brother Rongyun?" Old Master Li smiled and threw his sarcasm at Master Rongyun.

Master Rong Yun's ice eyes are dark and deep, with a light and magnificent luster.

Among a group of old men, such a handsome man looked a little weird.

But no one dared to ignore his existence.

Because Master Rong Yun's strength is unfathomable, no one knows whether he has reached the legendary monarch level.

Because no one can force Master Rong Yun out of the bottom line.
Chapter completed!